Chapter 394: The copy of "St. Petersburg" ends
In March '42, the bitter winter will finally fade, just as no matter how dark the night is, it will finally dawn and usher in the dawn.
As he walked near a village on the outskirts of Volgograd, Levi slowly walked past all sorts of refugees and soldiers, pausing silently to salute those who recognized the medal in front of him.
He later learned that the coordinates given by his loving father were the coordinates of his eldest son, and that his eldest son was tortured in it for unknown reasons.
However, the nuclear explosion will end everything, whether it is in the original history or in this parallel world, the loving father finally chose the tens of millions of children of the entire woolly bear, and gave up his proudest eldest son.
Levi knew that this choice was absolutely right, but he couldn't even know what kind of state of mind his loving father was able to make such a decision.
Just as de Gaulle swore not to surrender, no matter how down, that man still held up the last backbone of Fran, even if he was betrayed by his subordinates and his former allies thousands of times.
Compared to these people, he was just an ordinary person after all, and he knew that he couldn't do this.
Levi walked slowly through the suburbs near Volgograd, where the village was full of birch trees, and even after walking inside, you could see that many people's names were engraved on them.
These are the names of the young men from the nearby villages who carried their guns to the battlefield, but almost none of these people were able to return.
Winter was about to pass, and the snow on the ground was beginning to melt away, and Levi stepped on this fallen tree ground mixed with ice and snow.
He saw a Slavic girl with a turban on her head waiting silently by a birch tree, the girl was not very good-looking, even though she was not very old, but probably because of years of hard work and hard work, her skin was very rough, and even if she was not yet twenty years old, she still looked a little old.
When she saw Levi, there was a slight light in her eyes, but after carefully identifying Levi's appearance from a distance was not the person she was waiting for, the pupils that wanted to pierce turned gray for a moment.
It was just a village, and even the meat grinder-like war on the Western Front didn't affect it too much.
However, Levi knew that Volgograd would begin the largest battle with the Third Reich here in July this year, and more than two million people would die on this land, and this place would also become the biggest turning point in the entire war, completely defeating the vast majority of the living forces of the Third Reich.
But now, there is no war in Volgograd.
Levi held a blood-stained cloth towel in his hand, and the sky was still overcast, just like the war on the Western Front in the distance, and no one knew when it would end.
Slowly walking to the girl, Levi saw a birch tree in front of her, with the names of several young men engraved on it, including the seventh name from top to bottom, which read "Jooki".
It took Levi more than a day to find this place.
Choki is not a native of the Woolly Bear, but his father migrated to Kyiv early, and then, for various reasons, he moved here again when he was very young.
So he grew up in this village since he was a child, and he didn't really know what kind of race he was, and he didn't even care about his own race.
The little soldier with a bloody face wrapped in gauze that he met in St. Petersburg, Levi was not familiar with him, and he did not have much intersection, perhaps the name "Jooki" was his last remaining memory.
But he remembered that a 16-year-old soldier left St. Petersburg with him.
And he stayed there forever.
Levi found the village, he didn't know what he wanted to do here, and he didn't know what he could do here.
Even if he found the hometown of the little warrior, he found the birch forest where his name was engraved.
"I received letters from the front, he has become a commissioner, it seems, he is fighting there in St. Petersburg, right?" Suddenly, the Slavic girl beside her, who was holding a headscarf, spoke slowly.
She slowly touched the birch tree with the word "Joorgie" written on it, the names of the other people on it had gradually disappeared because of the growth of the birch tree, only the name was getting clearer and clearer, and it seemed that someone would often deepen the nick.
And what seems to be inconsistent with the names of these young men who went to war, on the back of Joki's name tree is written a girl's name named "Ksenia".
Levi was silent, not knowing how to answer.
When he was in St. Petersburg, Choki told him that he was only 16 years old, then he would probably be 14 years old when he went to the front.
So what were you doing when you were 14 years old?
Levi forgot that there was basically no impression left of that memory from his junior high school days.
"He didn't have an accident, but the battle on the front line was urgent, so he couldn't come back, right?" The Slavic girl asked.
Levi didn't know how to answer, and he clutched the blood-stained turban tightly in his hand.
"Yes, he is just lost in the distance, he will definitely come back to this birch forest." Levi said slowly.
The snow is still falling, even though winter is about to fade and spring is coming, flowers, sunshine, trees, the earth ......
But there are people who stay forever in the cold night before winter, in a foreign land forever.
He silently stretched out his hand, took out the broken bloody turban in his hand, and handed it to the Slavic girl.
"I know a comrade-in-arms whose name I don't know, and this is his last relic." Levi said.
The Slavic girl took the turban, and for some reason, she burst into tears, and looked at the turban in her hand, and the tears kept dripping, dripping into the land of the birch forest, and on the roots of the birch tree, where more than a dozen young men had been uprooted.
She kept wiping her tears with her dirty sleeves, but the more she did, the more tears she fought, and she cried silently.
She thought of what the boy had said when he left, and she didn't have to cry at any time, because the tears would freeze.
Tears stained the dirty turban.
Levi left silently, he looked in the distance at the end of the birch forest, and in the distance was a quiet village, and the smoke of chatting drifted from the village, and he didn't know how many of the same people were waiting for news from the front line.
There are not many men left in the village, all of them are old people, women, and children.
I can't come back, maybe the village I once once won't come back, and the young people have disappeared into the birch forest.
Those young men who are far away may have more than this village, this land, more than their families and lovers in their hearts.
What they have in their hearts is the whole world.
Levi kicked, the traditional Cossack kick dance here, and he kicked rustily and slapped it on the cowboy leather boots on his legs......
……
The battle of Volgograd, with millions of casualties, still broke out, and as long as the war was launched, they would be like opening a bow and not turning back, and it would be impossible to stop.
No matter how great the loss, they must be able to suck the last drop of their blood.
The result is obvious, they have suffered a crushing defeat, the Siberian land will not have mercy on any of the invaders, and the people of winter are invincible in the bitter winter.
The Allies quickly counterattacked back, conquering all the previously occupied lands, and even storming all the way into Berlin, breaking through the last delusions of the Third Reich.
Mustache commits suicide by swallowing a gun in the basement, with his suspicions and last decency.
All the children over the age of 12 in the entire Third Reich went to war, but it still had no effect.
And a soldier tore off the flag of the Third Reich and replaced it with theirs, and the war finally came to an end.
The day is May 9, 45.
They won, a victory that was so tragic that the casualty rate reached far 40 percent of the entire country and nation.
When the day dawned, the winter faded, but more than 40% of the people remained forever on the eve of dawn.
St. Petersburg was liberated, and on this day, St. Petersburg held out for a full 874 days, holding out until the end of the war without surrendering.
On the day of their liberation, 20 cannon salutes rang out over St. Petersburg to celebrate the victory in the war.
St. Petersburg had a population of 3.52 million before the encirclement of the Third Reich, and after holding out for 874 days, they were left with only 1.72 million.
More than 600,000 of the deaths were recorded, and many more were not named, 97 per cent of whom died of hunger and cold, and in the end, the person responsible for recording the names of the dead also died, so many of the dead were not recorded.
Even so, they did not surrender and held out for more than twenty times the flange time.
In the end, the people of St. Petersburg remained the same, the workers still went to the factories to make ammunition, the sentries still went to the sentry, and they still maintained their original habits.
It's like the most simple of wishes, they just maintain their own way of life, everything they are familiar with, and if anyone wants to destroy this familiarity, then play with them, and never die.
And in St. Petersburg, the legend gradually spreads that some of them, when they got lost before dawn, came to a world where corpses stood in a gray sky and smoke.
The corpses were all dressed in uniforms, some of them had no heads, some had lost their legs, some had holes in their bodies, some had blown up their faces, but these corpses all had lanterns in their hands, and they would never attack, and they would not make any additional movements, just to point out the way out of this illusion for lost pedestrians.
The darkness of this world is not visible, but the corpses light the way forward, and they remain here forever.
……
On this day, Paris was liberated.
De Gaulle returned to Paris with his free French mansion and liberated the most beautiful and prosperous city of the old empire from the clutches of Spicy.
On this day, the dark-skinned soldiers of the Free Flange parade under the Eiffel Tower, while de Gaulle looked into the distance of Paris and was silent.
The original Parisian white-flag Francois quickly cut off from the Third Reich, and the media and reports turned on the offensive, all of which began to denounce and scold bitter words.
A large number of old Parisians with white flags took out all the flags and military uniforms of the Third Reich that they had collected during the occupation and poured gold juice on them in public, and then lit them with blazing fires, all of which were insults and hatred for the spicy crispy.
I can't wait to rush to Berlin at this time, and stab all the Germans to death with the Flange flag in my hand, showing the bravery and glory of Flange.
Each of them had a tricolor flag in their hands, which was new, of course.
Because the old French flag has been cut along the dotted line, and only the white part remains, they must buy a new national flag, so that they can show the courage and determination of their old Parisian and white flag French people when the free French is in a general trend at this time.
Not only that, but these old and white flag Francois who came to Paris began to liquidate things related to the Third Reich one by one, and a large number of Francoe Lady Xiangfeng, who had been a spicy and crispy piano woman, were dragged into the streets.
When the husband saw that the situation was wrong, he replaced all the marks in his hand with American knives, and at this time, he collected the money, shaved the hair of his former "wife" and stripped off her clothes and threw it on the street, yelling "This woman has made a piano woman for Spicy Crispy".
Not only that, but hundreds of thousands of such Fran Xiangfeng ladies were shaved and stripped naked and paraded through the streets because they had "served" the spicy and crispy people during the surrender.
At this time, the Parisian "heroes" were filled with righteous indignation one by one, and they carried out inhumane atrocities against these women who stripped off their clothes.
They were Parisians under the patron of Joan of Arc, people who followed Napoleon the Great's expeditions, and Francois who were proud and unyielding.
The whole of Paris was in an unspeakable frenzy, and they were proud that they had become victorious powers, and they were ashamed of the fact that these women had become spicy and crispy piano women.
Why do they serve spicy crispy people? Because Fran had surrendered, when he broke through the Maginot Line with a two-fold sandwich, the surrendered Francois were even dressed as good as new, still playing football, not knowing that Paris had fallen for a few days.
De Gaulle looked at this carnival in Paris in the distance, this last one who never compromised, never gave in, but the French did not know what they were thinking at this time.
The streets of Paris are bustling with activity, and every Français is immersed in the carnival of becoming a victorious nation, and all the children born in these years with spicy and crispy bloodlines, who may have been human beings a few months ago, have been thrown to death.
At this time, another victorious country, one of the most casualties in the war, erected a statue of a small soldier who had lost his legs, and a huge square cup with the names of hundreds of thousands of people engraved on it.
Unlike the bustle of Paris, the dawn here is quiet.
……
[Dungeon of St. Petersburg completed]
The system's prompt had sounded, and Levi had left the dead winter as he walked out of the birch forest.
However, he did not return to the Overworld, and in the end he was forced to stay in this world for three more days, and the system demanded that Levi watch a video.
In this way, Levi is in the void of another dimension, the price of completing the system, a video disc handed over to him by the system, this is a long, long route, as long as he watches it, he will be able to return to the main world.
(End of chapter)